June 26th, 2001


Elfwood.... closed? ;_;

I feel like a friend just died. Elfwood is closed down indefinitely.

From what I can gather from the message that now appears where any Elfwood site should be, it was the result of disputes over art theft, disagreement over rules, and even death threats to ERB regulators.

How could people be so stupid? I can understand being angry at having art removed (particularly when the artist who's work is removed did NOT steal the art in question - it almost happened to me) but telling ones friends and allowing them to start a flame war is just useless. Especially when it escalates to such a degree. I'm apalled that people would even consider such a thing. Elfwood is a free service, generously offered by people who receive very little, if any, compensation for their time and work on the project and are instead battered by complaints and requests because somewhere along the line, people forget that Elfwood does not, and never will, owe THEM anything. If they want to post anything they want, they can join Geocities or Homestead or buy their own domain name and set up and maintain a gallery there - but each and every artist who is a member of Elfwood needs to keep in mind that they are only there as a favor from those who created the project.

I sincerely love Elfwood. Through it, I have made friends, some closer than the ones I see every day outside the internet. I have received criticism and advice and have (I hope) grown and advanced as an artist. I have seen some of the worst abuses of web space and some of the finest examples of art in existence. I only wish that others felt the same about the wondrous online community it formed.
  • Current Music
    Utada Hikaru - "First Love"

This is When....

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<br>When friends don't know you anymore<br>
When you can't escape to anywhere<br>
When love slips through your grasp again<br>
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This is when the tears should fall<br>
This is when the pain should come<br>
This is when the blood should flow<br>
This is when I say goodbye<br>
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When it's all I can do to hold back the knife<br>
When a gun in my hand doesn't hold still for long<br>
When even a papercut starts to feel nice<br>
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This is when the tears can fall<br>
This is when the pain can come<br>
This is when the blood can flow<br>
This is when I say goodbye<br>
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When you can't cry anymore<br>
When no one remembers you can smile<br>
When eveything becomes too much<br>
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This is when the tears will fall<br>
This is when the pain will come <br>
This is when I say goodbye<br>
<i>Now is when I say goodbye</i>
  • Current Music
    Gloria Estefan - "Volveras"


*glances down at previous post* I wrote that a few days ago, this isn't some gargantuan mood swing. ^_^

Quizbox.com is a interesting place to waste time... took the "How do you behave when you're in love?" quiz. e.O

Here is your analysis

You could win the Nobel Peace Prize for being such a good lover! You are a truly understanding person, and put all of your trust into your relationship while also maintaining your independence. You would be many a man's perfect woman.

*grumble* yet I'm nice 'n single. Damn the looks! ^_~
  • Current Music
    Aerosmith - "Dude looks like a lady"

My Purpose in Life...

*le sigh* I need to write a 300-word essay on my purpose in life.

Do I have a purpose in life? I don't think so....
For a long time I thought,if nothing else, I was here to help people. I was here to comfort them when they had a problem, talk them through it, help them as best I could. But I had limited experience, and natural wisdom only gets one so far. (that sounded conceited... but people have called me wise on several occasions. You'll notice I never said I was smart.) So they turned to someone else when they had problems; people better suited to helping them. And I needed a new purpose in life.
I turned to art, to creating. My stories... my babies. They're so much a part of me. Every character seems like they are some facet of my imagination and personality - and that scares me a little, since there's over 200 that I've planned out exstensively and they're all unique... But I can lose myself in fictional worlds, take comfort in dealing with problems and issuse of fictional people. Those who have read some of my plans tend to notice my tendancy to be quite unfair to the characters... There are no happy endings in my universes. People die, those who are left suffer greatly. whoopeee....
It damned on me after a while that no one cared. Sometimes, even I didn't care about the stories anymore. I could sit and stare at the paper, unable to think of a single thing to write or draw and unable to even summon the energy to lift my pencil and try. Obviously, this purpose in life wasn't a very good one.

I admit it.. I even tried that old standby, the crush. I'm not happy about that, I know it was foolish. But I loved him... still do, perhaps I always will. And he didn't care. Sometimes it seemed he didn't even want me around. This depressed me a bit, as he was the closest thing to a best friend that I had. I would have done anything to make him happy - and I still would. But he doesn't need me. So I suppose I need to find a new purpose in life.
Wandering aimlessly is a lot less fun than it looks.

hmm... that appears to be around 300 words or so. *cuts 'n pastes*
Hey, she can't be expecting Pullitzer material here. It's only summer school, after all.
  • Current Music
    Bonnie Tyler - "Black Velvet"